to be a creature of Air you must, like a bird, learn to wheel and dive. the winds you must know as intimately as your feathers. in their currents you will gambol as a tern plays upon the waves of the sea. you must view the Earth as a series of trees, rooftops, mountains, what intrudes through the clouds to your realm above. your vocation is the hunt, and it is all you know to do. yours are the creatures below, slow-moving and ancient of days. one beady eye must be ever affixed to the horizon, for the winds have many moods. move among them, falcon, and you may yet know the taste of the starlight's zephyr.